Page 62 of A Ryan Recollection

Grabbing hold of my waist, he shifts his position slightly. “You okay there?” he asks.

I swallow hard. My groin is directly over his cock and the memories of the many times I have sat with him like this on this chair makes wet heat pool in my core.

“Yes,” I whisper as I stare into his eyes.

He sees it too, as though he’s watching the thoughts in my head like a movie. His eyes darken as a low growl rumbles through his chest.

“You wanna take your dress off or just pop your arm out, Jessie?” Gia asks as she readies her equipment for her next victim — me.

“Arm out,” Conor growls, glaring at me in warning. “I’m barely gonna get through this with you fully clothed.”

Despite my nerves, that makes me giggle. I pull my arm through my sweater dress and pull down my bra strap, exposing my right shoulder to be Gia’s canvas.

When she wipes my skin with alcohol a few seconds later, the unexpected touch of her fingers on me makes me instinctively edge forward, causing me to rub my pussy over Conor’s cock.

“Fuck!” he hisses.

“Sorry. Should have warned you,” Gia laughs softly.

“That’s okay,” I reply, my eyes locked on Conor’s.

His length hardens against me until it’s nudging at my folds through my panties. Under almost any other circumstances that would be enough to distract me from anything. And I want to focus only on the feel of his body against mine, but the familiar feelings of pleasure, comfort and warmth that he usually evokes remain frustratingly close, yet too far to reach.

I flinchevery single time Gia touches my skin and the longer she works, the more my entire body starts to tremble with fear.

“You’re gonna have to do something to calm your girl, down, Conor,” she says with a sigh. “She’s shaking like a goddam jell-o shot in a virgin’s belly button here.”

I understand what she’s saying but I can’t stop my body from quivering. I need something to focus on. Something to distract me. Something all consuming.

“What do you suggest, Gia?” he says as his fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my hips.

“Whatever she needs, right?” she purrs while I stare into Conor’s eyes, hoping he’s willing to go that far.

His cock twitches against me and I roll my hips just the tiniest amount but it’s enough to make me whimper with need.

Gia puts her instruments down on the metal tray with a clatter. “I tell you what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go use the ladies room. And when I come back you two can be in whateversituationyou need to be in to make this happen. Okay.”

“Situation?” Conor snaps at her. “Are you-?”

“I don’t care what you do, man. Pretty sure I have already seen and done everything that you are worrying about right now. Just get your girl to relax so we can get this done, because right now she has half a tattoo and we’ve been at this for almost an hour. Okay?”

Then without another word, she walks out of the office to find the ladies room, leaving Conor and me alone.

“Tell me what you need, angel,” he breathes.

I bear down on him, pressing my aching pussy against his cock and making heat sear between my thighs. “This, Conor,” I whimper. “I need to get out of my head.”

“Fuck!” he mutters. “You know if Shane were here with you now, he’d already be inside you?”

“I know,” I say with a smile. His older brother would love to fuck me with an audience, but Conor has always been so against it that Shane has held off from doing it so far. “But I’m still glad it’s you here with me.”

“Fuck! You know I’ll always give you what you need,” he grinds out the words as though they pain him to say.

“I know that.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “So take off the damn panties,” he says with a deep sigh that rolls through his entire body.

“Are you sure?”

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